Free yawned as one of her new leaders – Eric she thought is name was but she'd never been good with names – began to come to the end of his speech, "... If you're below the red line at the end of stage one, you'll be cut." Free wondered if he shouted everything he said. She yawned once more; she hoped he wouldn't notice as she wasn't trying to be rude, she was simply tired.

"I'm sorry, am I boring you initiate?" He asked, his – and everybody else's – attention now solely on her. She began to shake her head as the gap between her and her instructor closed in two steps. She gulped; his face was only two inches from her own as he growled, "Then I suggest you wake up, though I doubt you'll last long here, Stiff." Free preferred when he was shouting, her heart was beating so fast that she was certain it was going to burst from her chest but the works Stiff seemed to breathe life into a fiery side of her "I suggest you get your nose out of my face before I bite it." She suggested and as if to prove a point she snapped her teeth at him. The instructor narrowed his eyes at her as he straightened himself up, Free hadn't realised he'd been bent down to be level with her but she should have guessed since she had always been ridiculously short.

He smiled at her, though it wasn't a nice smile more like a warning, "We'll see just how well you do, Stiff." He said as he turned away, Free didn't like how he emphasised that word, like he knew it was that, that had bothered her. He continued to bark at the group for a few more minutes before letting them go back to their sleeping quarters before dinner.

Free looked at herself in the mirror in the bathroom, she wasn't used to being able to look at herself whenever she wanted but she was thoroughly enjoying it which made her feel a little guilty. She felt a little uncomfortable in the dauntless clothing she had chosen but she had liked the look of the short sleeved dress with the cinched waist and lightly flared skirt although she had been shocked at how short it was once she put it on. She had then paired that with a pair of knee high boots with laces all the way up the front. She thought she looked good which made her feel guiltier.

About an hour later and the group of transfers made their way to the hall where they and the rest of Dauntless would eat. There was noise everywhere, Free just couldn't focus on one noise from the next which made her feel a little lost, but a good kind of lost where she felt like she could disappear. She sat at a table with the rest of the transfers, she didn't know much about them and they didn't seem all too bothered with her which was just fine in her opinion, she liked to be alone. She picked at her dinner, unsure about the strange but welcomed new tastes.

At the end of the meal, the dauntless members began to drum there cups on the table, Free didn't really understand what was going on but the rest of her group joined in so she less enthusiastically began to drum her cup on the table, next thing she knew she was being hoisted out of her seat as she tried to fight against arms. "Put me down! Stop touching me!" She shouted but it was lost in the screams of excitement and cheers around her. She squirmed among the arms that held her up, looking for any weak link where she could drop to the ground, she continued to shout but no one seemed to hear and then she hit the floor, quite hard. Around her the noise died down into a low buzz as she look up at the ceiling and a dozen arms offered to her, she swatted them away and pulled herself up off the floor, looking round the hall till her eyes locked with a pair she'd seen up close earlier that day. He smiled, that same warning smile he'd shared with her earlier and Free narrowed her eyes at him before turning round and easily making her way through the crowd, sometimes being so small came in handy.

That night, like many others, Free couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned and sighed so many times that eventually a Candor girl in the next bed over threw her pillow at her, "Just give up Stiff, there's no way you're falling asleep and you're keeping the rest of us up." Free picked the pillow up of the floor where it had landed and threw it back, not as gently as the girl had originally thrown it and hard enough to cause the girl to intake a short breath in surprise.

The girl was right though; there was no way Free was getting to sleep. Instead she climbed out of bed, placing her bare feet onto the ice cold, stone floor and walking towards the bathroom area. She looked at herself in the mirror once more, sitting across from it with her back against the wall. Her choice of pyjamas – and oversized t-shirt and a pair of tight fitting leggings – looked just as good on her as the dress she had picked out. Free decided that black was her colour, it caused the green eyes she had inherited from her father to stand out against the paleness of her skin and made her waist-length blonde hair look a shade or two lighter than it actually was, even in the darkness of the unlit room.


So like yeah. This is my first fic for the Divergent Trilogy which is weird 'cause I read them a while ago and fell in love with them so I'm surprised I didn't write anything sooner. I have a feeling this is going to be one of my better fics as I have quite a bit of motivation for this one. So anyway I hope you enjoyed this first chapter and actually want to keep reading, if you'd like to leave a review that would be amazing and much appreciated! ~RainbowVeins1612